All I've been chasing, besides you
and what was really worth it
were those un-blue purposes and some precious movements
in time, as I saw how the basic thoughts were within
as I took on the weighty burden of my being
and also the trust to partake then,
in all what I must have realized, in the forthright truth
and in that handful of vile white lies
as you had the by God's voice dictated fullfilment
and looked so needless to say unrestrained content
as I nevertheless -or better- in fact did not know you came
to your end, but, no,
no single one in Heaven can be by all means heaven sent,
so, I guess that sudden adieu was as a last goodbye
as the Holy Hands of our Creator meant
in the gesture of His splashing sighs

No, I guess to be heaven sent is an earthlings' task
but don't we all have our so called Heavens
as one of the thin lines next to what one referes to
as being the Torrid Zone, as that's hell
what surely cannot ever be a place, divine

And, like almost everyone sometimes I wished to be
the next best thing to be
although I'm just a mortal like you were, a lesser God
who realizes you completely faked you forgot me not
but, now, I see your grave as you're lying here six foot down,
as me, I'm even ahead of my next up that's leading
to another grim down,
as I asked you:
"why am I even blue,
as your indigo evening gown was that apparently too"
as tonight I saw those sparkles of love leave
this little town
saying goodbye to the next mayfly who's
anxiously spitting out the smile that became a frown
in this life that's not always worthy to live
when you know you're the next one balancing on the risky, touch-and-go cliff but, hey: "  maybe you say : I do wanna live"...?